Muhammad Ali Jr. Novels & Stories

she inquired tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Donovan's gaze shifted to the girl, his expression remaining impassive. "I am Donovan Garrett," he replied simply. "President of the Student Union Government, Wilberforce Island University. And Boma is my wife." The serving personnel exchanged puzzled glances, sure of the significance of the title. But they had always assumed Boma's husband, if she had one, would be someone unassuming, like her. As far as they were concerned, she wasn't important. She was there partaking in the punishments just like everyone else. It would be safe to even assume she might be among the poorest staff, the way she acted like her whole life depended on

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

My heart feels like a barbed wire has strangled it to the point of being unable to breathe. It’s the night of the fight and it feels like it will be my last night alive. I still don’t understand who okayed this fight because it doesn’t make sense at all. I am 5'6 and weigh 145 pounds while Creed is 6’4 and 240 pounds of raw muscle. He’s a fucking heavyweight and by all counts, this fight should be illegal! I’m a pipsqueak compared to him, a featherweight for God’s sake; I am going to die at his hands!

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

He said while he cocked his head to the side. "Alpha Alcander. The most powerful. Most ruthless, and most feared Alpha. You have no mercy on anyone." He said while he shook a little, and jumped when Alcander hand clamped around his shoulder. "The most feared." He turned around and gave me a wicked smile. I glared at him while my fist closed at my sides.

I shove him sideways, lying on the ground covered in blood and knowing I need to get out of here before more come, I don't have the strength to fight anymore, but clapping causes me to look to my right. "That was… truly… a sight to behold. I'll give it to Abaddon, he's a rubbish Alpha, but he clearly trained you well." A man offers me his hand to stand up and when I'm on my feet, I can't get over what I'm looking at. With his dark brown eyes, hair that's still mostly black and a face that looks just like mine. This man in front of me could be me, in like forty years or something, I just have no idea how that's possible unless I've got an uncle or something I never knew about.

“In and out no one left alive. You don’t mess with me and live to tell about it.” Jacob left me in the bar and I turned back to my whiskey. I was running through the plan for tomorrow night in my head when I heard a familiar voice behind me. “Hey, babe, what brings you here tonight?” I turned around and saw Aliyah, she was just one of the few women that I kept around on a normal basis. She was five foot six, chestnut brown hair, big brown eyes, and full lips. Her body moved perfectly to the rhythm of the music as she walked closer to me.

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

"Just wanted to make sure everything was okay." "There are guards," he comments drily. "You're safer upstairs." Despite his dismissal, I hold my ground. He bends over to grab a small towel from a stool, using it to rub some of the sweat from his face. He is unfairly beautiful, his physique like nothing I’ve seen before. Alpha’s are meant to be above the rest of us, but this is just borderline supernatural. He's slender, yet each muscle he has is like carved perfection, glistening under the one swinging light above us.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.